On the journey to the Western Heaven to retrieve the Scriptures, one must pass through numerous dangers and trials, not to mention the fear that simple mortal vision is too clouded to recognize the true form of the Living Buddha. Hence, I vowed early that I would offer incense in any temple I come across, bow to any Buddha I meet, and sweep any pagoda I encounter. I pray that the Buddha's mercy will manifest a six-foot-tall golden body soon, bestowing upon Eastern Land the True Scriptures.
Now, having just left Chang'an, I've already encountered dangers and nearly lost my life to a demon's jaw. Fortunately, I was blessed by the Buddha Ancestor and met this Spiritual Primordial True Monarch!
